Robert Muldoon

For a man whose perfect day involves hiking out into the wilderness alone to track a rare animal, an evening at a fancy party is not something to look forward to. The only consolation is in having good company to share it with. Making sure his friend has a good time is a much better goal than schmoozing the other guests.

After going through the ordeal of renting a tuxedo, and a car, he's around to pick Miriam up at the address she provided. Muldoon is uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothing, and apprehensive about surviving an upper class dinner, but at least he knows he'll be in some good company. Worst comes to worst, Miriam will have some extra material to work with for her shows.

Ringing the doorbell, Muldoon tries not to look as awkward as he feels.

It takes a while to scour the compy pen for any escape routes, and then another while to check all the others since Muldoon can't help but be thorough. Then there are people to needle (metaphorically, of course, he's not the metalbender), and a change up in security measures to oversee. All before he does anything to step outside his workplace.

Thankfully Lin Beifong is as dedicated to her work as he is to his, so he's not too concerned about how late he arrives. It doesn't make it any less strange coming into a police station with a metal cage in hand. He can't quite tell if it reminds him of dealing with pest control or whether it makes him feel like one. In this case he supposes he is acting like pest control. Even if he would fight anyone who tried to hurt the silly creature.

After being directed to the appropriate door, Muldoon takes a moment to clear his head and remind himself to stay focused. Then he knocks on the door.

The island's largest collection of whiskey undoubtedly resides in Robert Muldoon's possession. This is a generally accepted fact. Others might have wine or tequila, but the whiskey was pretty much all Muldoon's. So when Arcade held his hat hostage, he only really had one thing of value to offer. It's no small mercy, however, that the vet turned down taking a whole bottle from his stash. A few drinks would do, and Muldoon never turned down an excuse to have a few glasses. Getting his hat back in return works out very nicely indeed.

He's still in his uniform when Arcade appears. A combination of always working late, and often being called out after hours means he long ago stopped bothering with changing after work. Like most department heads, he gets a nice (if compact) bungalow for his accommodation. Not that Muldoon spends much time in his. Beyond a few photographs, and a few books, he hasn't added any personal touches to his place. It's all very utilitarian.  

When he opens the door the first thing he does is look for the hat. Only once he spots it does he step aside and wave Arcade inside. "Come on in."

This couldn't have happened at a better time. Things were as in control as they'd ever been. A reality that is sure to be shattered sooner rather than later, but one that makes it incredibly easy to leave behind for a bit. Try as he might not to show it, Muldoon can tell that Hammond is a little relieved at the prospect of getting a break from the warden. Muldoon cites 'personal matters' as an excuse for the suddenness of his departure, and his boss doesn't question it overmuch. After all, it's not like Muldoon has taken much in the way of leave for the past few years.

Once work is in order, he just needs to gather his supplies. Weapons mostly. He's relatively certain the African bow and spear will be dismissed as too fragile by his new acquaintance, but they're what he's got and they pack a bigger punch than one might expect. His trusty hunting rifle at least looks sturdy.

Having thought everything through several times over, there is only one thing that he remains somewhat uneasy about. He's used to his clothes, to wearing the practical shirt, shorts and long socks that allow him to deal with all the unpleasantness swamps and jungles bring. The idea of wearing anything heavy is the least appealing aspect of this whole endeavour.

The deadly monsters he's quite looking forward to.

So it's only with minor trepidation that he returns to the designated rendezvous point. Thankfully being a seasoned traveller, his pack is light but for the weapons he's brought along.

Being comfortable in Costa Rica is difficult these days. It's not the country's fault, of course, and given that he'll soon be heading into its wilderness it's bound to improve. Even being on the edge of a smaller town is a bit too close to civilisation in a place where it's clear the government isn't too fond of anyone aligned with InGen. But what was he to do? Leave it to someone else to make sure death and destruction was kept to the islands?

After the incident he'd expected that his work here was done, and that he'd never need to see a stern faced Costa Rican official again. But when has life ever been that simple? The park might not be going ahead, but that didn't mean it hadn't stopped causing trouble. And with Muldoon having returned to his position at Hammond's park in Kenya, he wasn't exactly difficult to find. In fact he swore they'd timed it on purpose to stop him heading off on hunting expeditions where he couldn't be found. Who better for them to hire to make sure there weren't any nasty surprises in Costa Rica than a man who'd handled their worst and had proven he'd keep his mouth shut about it? He should have said no. He told himself he'd agreed because he'd felt a sense of responsibility for those animals and everyone they'd affected. That was certainly true. But it wasn't the only reason, either.

Nevertheless, right now he's glad of having a table with a bit of shade so he can go over the map. He's aware that his role is, hopefully, a simple escort and guide job, but it's been a while since he travelled around here and InGen is pretty eager not to involve the locals. So studying the map it is. Besides, it gives him plenty to do while he waits for the representative to sort out where his partner is.